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não se aflija que sobre
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
material da lua
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
pôde tê-lo sabido na mola mais adiantada
não esteja irritado com mim
eu quero saber onde você vive
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro

 



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